Still life
is born inside of you
You cry out in the night
as the crack affects you
Child of the times
remembers nothing,
as all the church bells
they shall chime
Ringing in your ears
of all that’s been lost
The crime of all time
well it always has a cost
Baby take a stand
take me by the hand
None of your loving words
shall ever fade to sand
A contest entry
- Pictured Inspired once more by whispernthedark.
775 points, ended June 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a really great take on the picture, I love your final stanza. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
♥
whisper
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